Balinese coffee is finely ground much like espresso. My morning ritual while in Bali would be to wake up before my wife and children to boil water to make Balinese coffee in a french press. I tend to run hot, a bit too impulsive and rather impatient in temperament. Living in Bali tends to test that impatience...the withering humid heat will wilt your streaky type-A impatience. You learn to slow down, accept, observe more and surrender.
Back to the French press: Lessons are everywhere in this life. As I diligently began to push down on the top of the press I was met with a force unknown to man. My reptilian brain dimly recognized that I would need to modify the rate at which I could plunge the top to meet the base of the carafe. To my way of thinking this process was glacial at best and I would need to accept that. In time, I was able, through sheer will, to get plunger to meet carafe bottom, yielding a delicious Balinese brew.
Lessons are everywhere
Slow down
Enjoy the process
Peace